Ignore the
Ringing
It was not meant for us
Thrust onto a generation
That doesn’t understand the meaning of liberation
From rule
A hand so detach and cruel
That life is not lived
Rather created so perfectly
At the yield of working hands
Wrung out by the queens call
To bring more to her feet
So she can live fully set apart
From the world
And the real hearts
That beat
Hell bent brokenness
Marketed like genius
Unless
A complete useless fool
Would understand
That what makes us move
For another words
I am the puppet
The loser
For the jester and queen
Are breaking oaths with the serpent court
Cast down on the eyes of the people
Condescending blows
For the ones
Who didn’t even know
Between the heart and soul
Bones and skin
The is a resonance
That rings
In
the depth of night
And in to grasp of morning light
Echoes beneath the skin
The memories of past loves
Trials and tribulations
From the formation of our beings
There is an echo that rings
So comes the fall
Brining in the final act
Of the summers discourse
Holding up it’s course
To take away
The petals that fall in a nowhere town
And on the grass
They lay
The Quite notes that teach me to sing
To be subtle
In the style of wind
And rain
I take each moment
From which they came
From the sun in the sky
The moon in the night
I can only hear when there is
Not a sound in sight
From the height of the mountain
To the depth of the ocean
With all of my might
I will bring
And learn from the quiet notes
How to sing
Upon the evening hour
There is a certain darkness
That sheds over the ripe orchard life
In the darkness the new
Ones
Move in
To take over the evening rush
An orchard in the dark
Is more to the moon than
The sun
The full moonlight
Upon the hours that make the
Evening new
When the clouds rolled in
And the fog laid claim to the day
The letters that the rain forget to send
And forgot to say
That there is a hope
Only distant as the sun in the rain
That we can change a life
Make a better choice
And be the change we
Wish to see
Underneath the skin
And the blood
There is an echo in my bones
Of memories
And letting go
To the distant hopes
Of what could have been
And what was
Reality
So I take this echo
To hear from time to time
Who I am
And where I came from
Midnight on the lake
Drinks in the moonlight of the night
Right into the day
The lapping shores of Lake Michigan
Take it in again and again
Dune grass blowing
Over the wild
Dunes scape
Take in the moments
And don’t let them
Escape
On a less than busy street
Where the city meets
For coffee and tea
Upon the blocks of history
There is a cafe
Around the corner from
The bodega
Settled in it’s quiet ways
Where the quiet lives
Today
I will drink it in
For my soul
Wants to know
Where the quiet life
Goes
A Cup of Songwriting 